In the mountains and forests, the evening wind blew.

The clear spring stream in the distance seemed to be a shiny place, and golden rabbit meat was roasted on the bonfire.

Xuan Wei was a little surprised and looked around and asked, "It's late autumn, are the peach blossoms here still blooming?"

Chen Changan advanced to the last time he reached the foundation-building period, which attracted a hundred flowers to bloom and lush branches and leaves.

But he would definitely not take the initiative to say it, otherwise it would be bad if he was caught and studied.

Xuan Wei was a little depressed. I wonder why her senior brother in charge was so timid and afraid. Can she sit still if her junior brother in the same school was killed?

She actually carried a wine pot on her body, raised it on top of her head, drank it down, and spilled it on her chest. She didn't care.

After drinking, he handed the wine gourd to Chen Changan, and Chen Changan lowered his head and sniffed it.

It smells so good.

"Chang'an, what do you think we are practicing for?"

Chen Changan looked sideways and saw that Master Xuanwei was very enthusiastic when drinking, but not very good at drinking. His cheeks were flushed, but there seemed to be moonlight flowing on his jade face. His beautiful face was very stunning under the night.

"Of course I'm asking about the Tao forever!"

"Changsheng?" Xuan Wei raised her face and smiled, but her tone was a little desolate:

"There are not many monks in the world. I went up the mountain to study art at the age of six, and only after thirty years could I build a foundation, and then I had to build a golden elixir for three hundred years. This is 330 years. Some people with mediocre qualifications may not be able to build a foundation.

The lifespan of the world is limited and the spiritual energy is exhausted. Only a few persevering people can usher in the heavenly tribulation at the end of their lives, so that they can be called a strong man.

But what about the heavenly tribulation...how many can survive?"

Chen Changan was very interested and asked, "Have you not successfully overcome the heavenly tribulation?"

"Actually, there is... a thousand years ago, a stunning and beautiful senior who resisted the heavenly tribulation with his body of Taoism."

Chen Chang'an was sure that as long as someone succeeded, it means that this path was able to be done and his life would be hopeful.

"Over the years, the higher our fellow brothers and sisters, the less they meet. Everyone only knows how to practice in seclusion, and their friendship becomes less and less... Can we really be indifferent to all feelings at the end of the practice?"

Chen Changan was also full of doubts. If the monks need to be indifferent to their feelings, why is there nothing wrong with the previous one, and the last step of the heavenly tribulation will have an impact.

Xuan Wei's depressed emotions for hundreds of years were finally released using this incident as a breakthrough point.

A mountain wind blew, blew down the peach blossoms all over the ground. Suddenly, a magic sword appeared in front of Xuanwei, leaving behind afterimages.

After a moment, all the peach blossoms falling in the sky were cut into two sections by her.

A petal fell on Chen Changan's hand, and after it fell, it instantly turned into two petals.

Chen Changan was stunned. If he had learned this style and movement, then the gun would be like a dragon, and the word "fast" would be highlighted!

Xuan Wei's sword cut Taohua, and after a while of drunkenness, he went back by himself.

Chen Changan thought about the heavenly tribulation for a while, but after thinking about it, he felt that this matter was still far from him, so he no longer had to worry.

As soon as I reached the foundation building, I was worried about the heavenly disaster. After thinking about it, I felt that I was overthinking it.

However, Master Xuanwei seems to be a person who needs feelings very much. She attaches great importance to the friendship between seniors and sisters.

Unfortunately, the higher the cultivation level, the weaker it becomes, so she

As soon as the bonfire was extinguished, another mountain wind blew. Chen Chang'an's heart moved, imitating Xuan Wei's appearance and began to move up and down.

Mobilize all your spiritual power, wrap your body, and reach out to catch every fallen flower.

In the end, my physical strength reached its limit and I only grabbed a small handful.

In the forest, Lu Ping and Qingle showed their heads and peeked for a while before they came out together.

"Was the beauty uncle gone?"

"Her swordsmanship is so fast!"

Lu Ping and Qingle said one by one, and Chen Changan ignored them, but said to himself: "This is not a place to stay for a long time."

When Lu Ping heard this, his face suddenly collapsed and he asked, "We are leaving? How great is this place, like a paradise. Isn't it good to practice here with peace of mind?"

After Chen Changan sat down, he lowered his voice and said all the things that happened in the past few days.

Taihua Mountain seems to be peaceful and peaceful, but there are also monks who are despicable like Xuan Mo.

There is also a group of little ways to bully fellow disciples. How could it be that sect know nothing about this, but they did not start to take care of it.

Chen Changan was worried that in such a place, the surface calmness could be broken at any time.

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The Great Wilderness, the rolling mountains are filled with various thousand-year-old ancient trees.

This is a paradise of the ancient alien species. I don’t know how many descendants of the bloodline of the great demon live here.

Ordinary monks dare not set foot in this forest. Near a clear spring, the surrounding fog is as thick as it is.

Deep in the demon fog, a man in black sat on the ground, and none of the poisonous insects and beasts around dared to approach.

Pairs of green eyes peeked here through the twisted branches and leaves of trees.

In the hands of the man in black, there was a seed that was slowly rising into the air by him.

The vitality on the nearby land seemed to be drained from the lake water, and rushed towards this seed.

The thick leaves turn yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the trunks are old and fall with dry bark.

The monsters around him were exhausted all their strength, and they were inexplicably shocked and fled in scattered.

Suddenly, the man in black frowned and the demon fog was struck by a lightning bolt.

The sky suddenly cracked, and lightning struck down crazily from the thunder clouds.

The man in black snorted coldly, put away the seeds, and was about to escape.

But this world seemed to be locked, and his spells were difficult to cast.

The six light curtains fell from the sky, forming a cage with six sides, completely covering the place.

The man in black roared to the sky, black air wrapped around him, and blue flames rose in his hands.

"Narcissal Fire..."

A low voice came from the sky, as if he was a little afraid.

"Is it also suitable for the immortal class to hide his head and reveal his tail?" the man in black said coldly.

The people in the sky still did not show up and did not even make a sound.

The thunder clouds became thicker and thicker. The earth that had been drained from vitality was blown away by lightning. The dust was filled with lightning and everything turned into ashes.

Only the man in black was still firm, but the black fog around him gradually became thinner. The man in black waved the blue flame in his hand and hit the glossy surface on the six sides, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

It seemed that thousands of ghosts were crying, and the world was full of life.

Suddenly, the man in black squirted out a mouthful of blood, and the blue flame in his hand gradually extinguished.

He used the blood sacrifice spell to condense the torso of the holy tree into seeds.

If the holy tree in the past had absorbed so much vitality, it would have been possible to feed him back. These injuries would have recovered early.

But the holy tree was obviously tampered with by the hateful old Taoist. After so long, not only did it not produce spiritual wisdom, but it also lost its vitality.

Wherever you go, there is only endless absorption and destruction.

The man in black also spent a lot of effort to deduce, but the other half of the holy tree did not respond at all.

The old holy tree hit the sky with its head, and its intelligence had long been erased by the great magicians in the upper realm, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

If it re-activates its intelligence, it should be very weak and there is no reason to deduce it.

"What method did this old man use!"

The Ghost King felt very hatred, and he gently stroked his fingers and drew a cross in his palm.

Blood dripped onto the seeds, and the heartbeat of the seeds suddenly came.

A moment later, an annihilation force erupted, and the six light curtains were smashed to pieces.

The Ghost King then flashed the sky, which was more than a hundred times faster than the Kuxuan's aurora. In the midst of lightning, he reached into the gap in the sky, and a panic sound came from the sky.

The Ghost King laughed, and a calf was pulled down from the gap in the sky, and his ankle was grabbed by the Ghost King.

The Netherworld Fire appeared in the palm of your hand, and a wail came from the sky, and the gods on the crack could only escape with their feet.

The gap in the sky was closed instantly...

The Ghost King held one foot, seemed not satisfied, and roared to the sky.

"If you don't run away, your life will be gone!" With this sound, a one-horned divine cow flew past him, hunched and disappeared.

In the sky, the purple pupil appeared again. This time, wherever you look, there were fires everywhere, as if you were to burn the earth clean.

Sweep from the great wilderness to the inland, from the forest, and from the city.
Chapter completed!